Some of us, I know, like to tell white lies about our yesterdays. We romanticize our contemporaries—and give them a dimension they don’t deserve. But Clark Gable was all man—no myth created out of nostalgia. […] His manliness came out in so many ways—in the sudden eruption of boisterous laughter, in the capacity for competition, in the need for physical daring, in the total acceptance of life as tragedy and comedy, and in the exceptional ability to establish friendship beyond a thin smile and weak handshake. He had a zest for adventure that makes today’s obsession for easy-does-it security shameful. He was not afraid of life because he was too busy living.
Joan Crawford, 1967